Skinny

How Was Your Valentine's Day?

Chapter Thirty-Two:

The girls seemed to completely stop talking about Valentine's Day when I was around. I had a strong feeling that the guys told them that I wasn't that big of a fan of the so called holiday. I wasn't sure if I was upset about that or not. I had already explained the situation about Mick to them on our vacation, but maybe they had forgotten all about it. They hadn't talked to me about it and for that I was definitely glad.

Now, the countdown was down to four days and the others seemed to be sharing a secret together. I honestly didn't care what they were up to. I had already planned out my whole day and it would start out with me gleefully skipping school. I'm such a rebel. Cue eye roll.

I had sent my last application in the day before and I was overjoyed to have that done and over with. My thoughts were completely occupied with which schools would accept me. I didn't really care much about Valentine's Day either way; I couldn't care less about the meaningless relationships of high school. Some would luckily last and others sadly wouldn't, why would I bother myself with it?

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Mia had tried to talk to me, but it had mostly consisted of her blaming me for everything that had happened. I had gotten pissed and shoved her before walking away. I couldn't believe she still thought I was jealous. I guess that had something to do with me not having a boyfriend, but I shouldn't need a boyfriend for my friends to feel more secure around me. That was Caleb's problem if he liked me, not mine. It wasn't like I was dressing provocatively or anything. I sighed. I wasn't prepared for today's lunch hour. Not one bit.

"What are you doing in about four days time?" Helena asked me, with a grin. She was sitting right next to Dane, who seemed more relaxed when she was around. Maybe he was her new prospect? I shrugged and turned back to my fruit salad.

"I was thinking that you, Dane, and I could all hang out after school?" Helena asked, hopeful.

"I can't, sorry. My mom needed some help with setting up for her dinner with my dad." I pulled the excuse out of my ass, to be totally honest, but my mom really was having a dinner with my dad. Just not at home.

"Oh, well, maybe when you're done with that?" I shook my head.

"Going to go catch that new scary movie after. Sorry." I tried to focus on my salad even more now. No one seemed to get the hint, though.

"Maybe-."

"I don't want to be anyone's third wheel, alright?" I yelled, a little too loudly. I looked at everyone at the table. "I'm going to do my own thing, while all you lovebirds have a wonderful time overexaggerating your 'love' for each other. I'll be fine on my own. I always have been and always will be." I stood up and walked away.

I didn't get why it was so important that I be with someone on Valentine's Day. Why do I need to point out the fact that I'm alone the other 364 days of the year?

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I avoided them as much as I could. They would text me constantly, apologizing and asking if I was feeling okay. I would text a quick 'fine' to each of them and then leave it at that.

On the morning of February 14th, I woke up and took a long hot shower before I dressed in some black skinny jeans, an off the shoulder black top, and my favorite boots. I dried my hair and curled it and grabbed my leather jacket with my bike keys in the pocket, my cell, and purse before walking out the door. I was going out to eat breakfast and I knew just the place.

I pulled into my spot and made my way inside. I set my helmet on the counter and took a seat next to it.

"Hey, bug, what would you like?" Greg asked, pleasantly.